Yeah yeah, *****
Just Blazin' this ****, ya heard?
It's ya main man I'm back *****z HOLLA

My break I'm fresh off it
I never change, I'm stuck in these ways
Nike Airs, sweats and Taurus (uh?)
But I'm-a do it for my enemies
They wanna end my chill, wanna see what that villa be
Now what that sound like?
Plus they know what a clip get down like
Turn bags from bladders, legs to wheels, paint it peels
'Cause u ***kin' wit' a ***** that'll jump out, raise the steel
I live this way it's real dog no joke
Blow smoke in ya ***** face, piss in ya wheels
Slap ya custies, clap your workers, dead the strip
Stick ya connect, yap ya *****
So let it be known I'm back for my grizzley
The Sergeant, the Cap, the Mac holds 60
For rookies and vets I'll bang 'til it click
So run and tell ya duela the Ruger come wit' two clips, dog
M-Easy, won't leave, my hood need me
Pop fa' sheezy, who don't believe me?
We all criminals but live like a diplomat
We get low, when the dough low, get it back

Here is something you can't understand
How I could just kill a man for Killa Cam
Me and my Roc killa fam, top billers man
We run the spot, drop ceilings fam
Hit the wall drop ceiling fans
Listen boar, man I show you how to fill a van
Up with killers man
And line the trunk
Keep a stash box for the nine and the pump
The coach walk you through and he grind you up
What-chu want the dope or the weed?
How you want it packaged? In the cap or the bag?
How you want me packin'? Wit' the mac or the mag?
Yeah that Bent get back, but listen scrap act real fast
And keep a wack that'll gag ya back
Block style from ya swagger, ya swacks
It's the Broad Street Bully *****
I bully *****z on the broadest streets
I house *****z on the narrowest BLOCK
Know my rules when the barrel get hot
When the gun blows and the shots fall and the smoke clear
Man I be hearin' you murder (you ain't here!)
Nobody hit up in the cross 'cause I'm observin' (you ain't here!)
Nobody be missin' your loss 'cause you deserved it
South Philly *****z kill at will, I keep my mac-milli CHILLY CHILL
On the really-real, 'fore I make you *****z feel this steel

Cam'ron
Killa! Killa

Go 'head stupid *****z go ***k wit' them chicks
I'm the third little piggy, I'm-a ***k wit' them bricks
Better yet the bakery I got pies and cakes
***** think doublin' is turnin' 5 to 8
I turn 8 to 20, 20 to 100, 100 to 1000
That to 100,000, in front-a housin'
Closed 'em all down dog, no one's allowed in
I'm coppin' everything I'm done wit' browsin'
It's the top don, glock palm, dot com
Get your **** rocked ma like Haseem Rahman
And I'm extra scary
CEOs all the frontin' ain't necessary, I ***k wit' secretaries
All for information it ain't necessary
They in love like the 14th of February
Play 'em like April 1st right before I slide off
It could be March 2nd, sound like July 4th
Halloween or Memorial Day
At your memorial be one year from today
All y'all think it's peace and peachy
I leave you reesy piecy, all my *****es rock
Christian Dior, BCBG 'round phony *****z get the heeby jeebies
Hungry hoes say 'Killa feed me feed me '
Calm down ma, easy easy
Talk greasy, please me, get my man Weezy
Still rock Ellesses, to squeeze appease me
He ain't no tease but measly
Not Doggy's Angels KILLA please believe me

You now rollin' with them thugs from the R-O-C
*****z wanna despise the team
ROC-A-FELLA
When the **** gets down you know who's doin' the poppin
KILLA
EASY
***k those who disagree, my bullets you get 'em FREE
Roc-a-roc-a
Roc-a-roc-a Roc-a-roc-a
ROC in this muh
Muh-muh***ka Jay-Z